Centaur Month!

Restless, cheerful, and friendly, Sun in Sagittarius people are generally on the go. They have a love of freedom, and a disdain for routine. Generally quite easygoing, Sagittarians make friends with people from all walks of life. They love to laugh and tease, and get along well with both sexes.
Sagittarians have an often blind faith in people, and in the world. Their optimism is infectious, although it can get them into trouble from time to time. These are curious people who love to learn. Their idealistic nature is hard to miss.
Although generally easygoing, Sagittarius is a fire sign. This gives natives a generally quick temper. Fortunately, they're usually as quick to forget what got them angry in the first place.
The need for escape is generally strong, and some Solar Sagittarians come across as a little irresponsible. They're generally easy to forgive, however. After all, their direct, honest approach in life is admirable.

A Sagittarian can never successfully tell a lie. No one believes him for a minute. Deceit is unnatural to the archer, and when he tries to dabble in it, the exposure is usually swift and sure. He's always better off to stick to the truth and let the chips fall where they may. Even his observant, highly aware mind won't rescue him from the results of an excursion into deception, unless he has Scorpio rising. I know a secretive archer who has such a Pluto ascendant, and therefore manages very well to play a good chess game. This kind of a Jupiter person is an exception, but be pre­pared to meet a few.
To the Sagittarian, life is secretly a circus, and he's the clown, rolling and tumbling through purple hoops in a sky-blue suit. His face is smeared with the bright, gay colors of greasepaint, and his eyes glitter with curiosity and fun. As the music of the calliope gets louder, he stumbles and falls, then executes a perfect somersault on the back of a prancing pony. On his fingers he wears three turquoise rings; on his toes are bells that ring like the chimes in a distant church spire that disappears into the clouds. The archer happily blows a lustrous tin horn, made of the soft, malleable metal that's barely affected by moisture. Whether he's bold or backward, the true nature of this generous idealist is as merry as the Christmas holly berry. Bravely, he pins a large carnation over his big heart, and curves his bow toward the sky. When he aims straight, he shoots higher than man can see-past the stars-to the place where all dreams are really born.

Sagittarius land galore!

This is the tender season for that special someone (Sadges only), where we all gather around glorifying each other.

Happy Birthday Andy (finally 21)

Happy Birthday Jamie Schwartz (Turning 20)

Happy Birthday Micah Tincher (Turning 19)

Happy Birthday Katrina Noell (Turning 17)

Happy Birthday James (Turning 27)

Happy Birthday Chris Yang (Turning 26...I do believe)

Happy Birthday Tim Drummer (Turning 33)

Happy Birthday Joseph (Turning 21)

Happy Birthday Jerry Crawford (Finally 16)

Last but certainly not least.

Happy Birthday Shari.

I know, that seems quite daft of me, but I have to admit the truth.

I am turning 17, and well, though I find it hard to believe, it will be my last actual teen year.

Good rittens to bad rubbish.

Happy Centaur Month!!!

The Thanksgiving involving family..

Happy Thanksgiving, cheer on.

Eugene and Nancy came here for Thanksgiving and we all gathered around the already stuffed kitchen and prepaired an overdone (but delicious), crispy and tender meal.

We ate way too much, and yet, it was worth it, at least we would all be too stuffed for the new couple of days and could indulge mass quanities of other things.

It was a festive evening, and well, morning as well. We ate, laughed, (some of us cried), argued, danced, smiled, threw things....but lets keep that story for another day.

Even though it was a blasty blast I do wish that Karen, Robert, Jesse, Oliver, Dylan, Shannon, Marky, Jeremy, and Jude could have been there, because we started running out of subjects, and we were in dire need of fresh arguments.

It was fun though, family time can be sometimes.

And I said sometimes because this was one of those times..

Oh nevermind.

(You lost me at hello)

Farewell.

New Job or Not?....

Right now I am caught in the common mistake people encounter.
My job, which has been my reason for leaving the house, has gotten me quite low.
Each day I go to my job, I am struck with the exciting idea of quitting. I wonder what other places feel like, as I want to feel them. However, somewhere in the back of my mind, I want to stay, because some days are good and some are bad, you know?

My problem:

The only way that I am able to get to this Job is through my sisters: Laurie and Christina.
I do not drive, I carry no license, and it would be much too far to walk. So, I have to wait on my sisters to drive me to work.
Being a Hostess and all, I should be orgasmically overjoyed to even be there, smiling and bounching directly off the walls whenever I get the opportunity to work. Well, bad news there sparky, I am not.

I am generally unstable (Job-wise), and it is quite difficult for me to stay in one atmosphere for too long, before I go quite mad.
Today is Saturday, and Saturday means lots of unwanted Guests come to "try us out", (The food that is).

They come with their 1,0000 pound bodies barely making it through the door, with rotten smiles and frightening eyes. I take them to their tables, just to hear them complain about the angle, direction, seating, comfort, loudness, and lack of room that I have given them in that particular seat.

I grumble to myself, not letting them actually hear me, because it could cost me my job.
Well, come to think of it, that would be rather good. Maybe that is exactly what I need, to be fired. So, I do not have to be in this terribly, painfully, sickening, fat people atomsphere anymore.

I need a backup plan still....

Farewell